by Coni T Poni
Despair is a room with no windows and doors.
It is a random frequency of stable white noise.
Despair is black: Jet black and Starless and Moonless.
It is often found intrinsic in a freshly broken heart.
Despair is a dry eye and a tear soaked soul.
It is thee unwritten eulogy of a bashful Poets lust.
Despair is a loveless Mother.
It is the father who cannot see the light.
Despair is infinite.
It is everlasting and wretched.
Despair is carnivorous.
It is a prey on the feeble anima.
Despair is a War.
Its focus: Your Sanity.
My sanity; Its opulence.
I proclaim my war on Despair.
Last updated February 25, 2013